Sunday, April 27, 2003
Cereal for breakfast. Patrick and Sam did sword practice. Dim sum lunch with Don and Jenna at Kan's. We got to meet Jenna for the first time, and they were counting down 26 days until their wedding. They had a dance class for the wedding scheduled in San Francisco, so we conveniently met them before their class. They have a honeymoon planned the day after the wedding: London and France. We talked about what food they'll have at the wedding and other wedding plans, travelling in Europe, my Web sites, college pals and who's having new babies (Aaron and Lisa Labowitz, Doug and Gloria Steckman—both couples are on baby #2 [no one told me about Sabrina—Doug and Gloria's first child, now 3 years old!]), Don's employer Tivo (which he says is doing well now after some hard times), our health (everyone nothing serious to worry about fortunately). After lunch we walked through Union Square looking at art for sale. It was perfect to see them both before the wedding. I asked both of them how stressed out they are on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being most stressed. Don said 4, Jenna said 6. Not too bad, I thought. It had been several years since I last saw Don. In some ways, he has hardly changed at all in the 15 or so years I've known him, and I think that's a really good thing. Nightmare pizza order with Domino's: We ordered a large mushroom pan pizza and an order of cinnamon dots. When the order arrived, they gave us a medium mushroom regular pizza and an order of cinnamon dots. I called and complained, so they said to take the dots and give the pizza back to the driver, which we did, and they'd send us the right pizza. We waited another 40 minutes and we got a large pan pizza. I paid the driver before checking the box—stupid me—it was a cheese pizza—not mushroom. I called again to complain and they said they'd send the right pizza again and this time it was free. Another 40 minutes later, the correct pizza finally arrived. I was so upset I couldn't eat more than 2 slices. Patrick sitting across the table from me wanted to console me, so he reached across to take my hand and he got pizza grease all over himself! Ha ha ha ha! That made me laugh so much it got me out of my sour Domino's mood. But I'll still never order from the Sunset one again (415-681-8100, 3116 Noriega). They got our order wrong once before, too—we think because someone with a thick foreign accent answered the phone to take our order. That one time should have taught us, but now we know: never again! Worked on frankfarm.com makin it very very spiffy—better colors, better templatization, better code. Not launched yet—maybe another 3 weeks of work and it should be done. There's some new content that needs to be written.